Thursday, March 22, 2007

You and Me. The Rose.

Some say love it is a riverThat drowns the tender reedSome say love it is a razorThat leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love it is a hungerAn endless aching needI say love it is a flowerAnd you it's only seed

It's the heart afraid of breakingThat never learns to danceIt's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chanceIt's the one who won't be takenWho cannot seem to giveAnd the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonelyAnd the road has been too longAnd you think that love is onlyFor the lucky and the strong

Just remember in the winter far beneath the bitter snowsLies the seedThat with the sun's loveIn the springBecomes the rose-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Beneath us is a rose. A love so precious, so hidden, so sacred.

Everybody has the capacity to love. Love is an innate gift from above.When we learn to care so deeply about a person, we tend to ask ourselves:where does all this love come from? And so we reach to a realization thatthis love must come from something supreme, something beyond ourselves.When we love, we invoke the "thing" that is beyond our human selves.This is precisely why when we love, we feel no limits. We are greaterthan the usual self we know. Sometimes, we don't even know ourselvesanymore. Or the extent that we can be our selves.

When it dawns upon us that it probably took us a long time to realizethat we actually love, even if it is innate, it only shows that therehas been no impetus for us to do so. When a 'significant other' arrives,it awakens the budding rose within us. Is it our prerogative to make therose bloom or not? I say that the rose will bloom whether you like itor not. Because you will become a better person when you love. You becomemore human. Man's capacity to love is non-questionable just as faith---thestate of believing in something you cannot prove to be true.

The reason why we interpret love in many different ways is simple---it arrives to us as a surprise. Things will creep out of our mouth.Things will contaminate our minds. Things shine in our eyes.We define it in the context that it arrives to us. That is why wecan connect it even to the most absurd things. From peeing to mucusto lice to a cake. Love is a mystery.

I guess love can never be thoroughly explained...the same way thatfaith will ever be defined. All I know is that when I love, the bestin me comes out.